The Man

We went to a Construction Christmas party at the Country Club last night and I swear there were so many women there you could count us on one hand. The place was quite the collection of old, plump white men, in suits, smoking cigars and talking about their golf game. We did run into some friends we hadn’t seen in ages, the food was good and we even won a door prize so the whole evening wasn’t a completely pompous waltz. I shouldn’t complain but given my choice I’d rather have grabbed up our buddy George and sat and talked with the bartender in the next room all night (we knew her too).